The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 196: Sword Out, Oath Never Returns - Novel Cool

Chapter 196: Sword Out, Oath Never Returns

Chapter 196: Sword Out, Oath Never Returns

The Cloud-End Weapon Ranking, Top 3.

Lord of Snow Condensing Sword, Rui Qianshan.

He's finally here!

"No need for formalities. I'm not the Emperor," Lord Sword said with a faint smile.

As soon as he spoke, the sky was filled with sword aura, which suddenly subsided, and his white clothes shone like snow, standing tall like a solitary peak, unmelting for a thousand years.

Then, he descended and landed in the middle of the front row of the spectator stands.

This row of stands had a row of large chairs, but from the very beginning, no one had sat on them, leaving them empty. Yet, they were cleaned and polished daily.

At this moment, with Lord Sword's arrival, the chairs were finally occupied.

The leaders of the Great Transformation Martial Academy and the main headquarters of the North, as well as the leaders of the Heavenly Capital Guard Hall, took their seats one by one.

They all watched the first-year martial arts competition with utmost attention.

It was as if this year's competition was particularly worth watching, as if they could learn something valuable from it.

Even the referee became more spirited.

He shouted, "The Great Martial Arts Academy Competition, First-Year Arena, First Match! Great Transformation Martial Academy's Ding Zeren versus Heavenly Man Martial Academy's Shen Changshan! Please, let the battle begin!"

Lord of Snow Condensing Sword sat on the chair, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It was like watching a play.

His heart was filled with helplessness.

Lord of Snow Condensing Sword was now puzzled.

What was so interesting about a martial arts academy's student competition?

He couldn't understand why the Ninth Master asked him to come and recruit a named disciple.

Could someone as powerful as him casually recruit named disciples?

But there was no choice; the Ninth Master was not someone to be provoked.

Lord of Snow Condensing Sword's eyes showed deep weariness and fatigue.

Sigh, when will I be able to stand up in front of the Ninth Master after defeating that Xue Fushou?

The entire arena fell silent, and no one dared to cheer.

Lord Sword's chilling demeanor intimidated everyone.

Moreover, everyone felt that Lord Sword didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The leaders around him tried their best to get close to him, but Lord Sword was like an unmeltable ice block, showing no signs of friendliness.

Unbeknownst to them, the aloof Lord Sword was cursing in his heart, "Damn it! Like a swarm of flies, buzzing..."

Shen Changshan took a deep breath and stepped forward with his sword.

Across from him, Ding Zeren emerged, exuding an aura of loneliness and isolation.

Unlike Shen Changshan's excitement at being able to fight with a sword in front of Lord Sword, Ding Zeren remained calm.

He knew that no opportunity would ever be his.

He just wanted to do something for the academy while he still could.

Or maybe he didn't know how long he had left.

His fate was his own, and it wouldn't be long.

Shen Changshan was filled with battle intent, standing in stark contrast to Ding Zeren, who exuded death and isolation, disconnected from the world.

Lord of Snow Condensing Sword's gaze was drawn to Ding Zeren.

He sensed something different.

This youth's inner sharpness seemed to resonate with his own.

However, his personality, the deathly aura surrounding him, why were they so abundant?

He couldn't help but become interested.

Shen Changshan stood tall, holding his sword behind him with one hand and saluting with the other, "Please, Brother Ding."

Ding Zeren held the sword sheath in his left hand and slowly drew his sword with his right, crossing it over his chest. He performed a sword salute and said coldly, "Please!"

Whoosh!

Clang!

One sword unsheathed, the other drawn.

Instantly, the two swords struck like poisonous dragons, intertwining and capturing everyone's attention.

Fang Che sat on the stand, still thinking about Lord of Snow Condensing Sword's entrance, his sword aura shining like the sun, illuminating the world.

Was it for show?

Fang Che didn't think so.

Even if Lord of Snow Condensing Sword loved to show off, he wouldn't stoop to such a level. Moreover, his style was worth studying.

Fang Che closed his eyes, imagining Lord of Snow Condensing Sword's entrance.

Upon his entrance, sword aura filled the eight directions.

His body blocked the sun.

The sword aura merged with the sunlight.

This...

It was clearly a demonstration.

Silently, he imparted a sword intent, or perhaps a sword formation! Fang Che couldn't help but be captivated.

Following great figures had its benefits; they were always thinking about nurturing the next generation.

And for someone like Lord of Snow Condensing Sword, it was even more direct. His entrance was a teaching moment; if you understood, it was your ability and opportunity.

But if you didn't see it, you wouldn't understand.

If you understand, you don't need to thank me; if you only see the show-off, that's your business.

The actions of a master are unique.

Fang Che marveled in his heart and began to comprehend.

Lord of Snow Condensing Sword, sitting on the chair, was intently watching Ding Zeren's swordplay, sensing something unusual, his sword aura jumping in his heart.

He felt that there might be a sword intent, guiding the energy flow. He couldn't help but be curious.

Suddenly, there was a sudden movement, as if something had been triggered.

Instinctively, he sensed a brilliant sword intent, and in his mind's eye, a sun appeared, surrounded by swords and sword aura, shining upon the universe.

Fang Che was delighted, knowing that Lord Sword must have sensed him and released a strand of sword aura. He quickly immersed himself in the sensation, gradually entering a state of enlightenment.

A faint smile appeared on Lord Snow-Condensing Sword's lips.

He quietly severed the connection with this strand of sword aura, leaving it there.

"You can probably comprehend it for three days, and it will disappear after three days. Let's see if you have the fortune."

Lord Snow-Condensing Sword suddenly felt his mood lifting.

With this harvest, this trip was not in vain.

He began to truly pay attention to the battle on the platform.

As for the lingering sword aura, he no longer needed to worry about it.

The top experts around him were unaware of the changes in the dark, but they could sense the signs of the ice and snow melting on Lord Sword's body.

It seemed that Lord Sword was delighted to see these two students dueling. Everyone became excited.

Currently, the one dominating the platform was Shen Changshan, a student of the Heavenly Man Martial Academy!

Could it be that Lord Sword had taken a liking to Shen Changshan?

With this thought, they became even more excited, almost jumping up.

On the platform.

Shen Changshan exerted his full strength, focusing solely on showcasing his most perfect innate talent for the sword path, suppressing Sun Zeren relentlessly.

Sun Zeren's right-hand sword flew up and down, desperately holding back the other's offense.

He endured the impulse of his left-hand sword bone.

The sword took an unexpected move, and although it was at a disadvantage, each strike was sharp to the extreme.

"Shen Changshan's sword, although still a bit immature, already possesses a majestic and grand aura," said the Dean of the Heavenly Man Martial Academy with a smile.

He faced forward, watching the duel, but it was unclear who he was talking to.

Naturally, someone played along: "The Dean is right, this kid, they say, cultivates the King's Sword. This majestic demeanor, this awe-inspiring might, has already touched upon a bit of the path."

A hint of ridicule appeared on Lord Snow-Condensing Sword's face as he said lightly, "I, on the other hand, don't understand the sword."

Upon hearing these words, everyone felt speechless, their faces turning awkward as if they had been slapped.

A single sentence killed the conversation.

You are recognized as the number one swordsman in the entire world, and you say you don't understand the sword?

What are we even discussing then?

Everyone's faces turned awkward.

Lord Snow-Condensing Sword hummed, "In my heart, the sword is just a sword! It's not a gentleman, nor is it a king. The sword is just a sword, only a sword, and it can only be a sword. It's a weapon of slaughter!"

After saying this, he fell silent.

In his heart, he had another unspoken thought: If the sword in Shen Changshan's hand is desperately imitating the aura of the King's Sword; then the sword of Sun Zeren, facing him, is the true sword.

With each strike, there was a determination to fight to the death.

No blood, no return!

It's just a pity that this young man has comprehended too little of the sword intent.

His vision has not yet been opened.

The battle on the platform became more intense, and Sun Zeren had fallen into a complete disadvantage.

The gap in realms and cultivation levels was too obvious.

He was a full realm behind his opponent, and his opponent was also a genius with deep foundations, so it was impossible for a situation like cross-realm combat to occur here.

It could only be a head-on clash.

However, perhaps even Sun Zeren, Mo Gaiyun, and the others hadn't realized that... their resilience in combat as a group of five, especially their fighting spirit when at a disadvantage, facing the overwhelming advantage of their opponents...

was far stronger than others.

Much, much stronger! If they were students from other martial academies, they would have been defeated by now, but they could still endure.

Those below the platform, like Li Kangkong, knew the reason: One, the White Cloud Martial Academy emphasized practical combat training, while the Heavenly Man Martial Academy focused more on cultivation progress; this was the result of the different directions taken by the two academies.

Therefore, the students of the Heavenly Man Martial Academy focused on cultivation progress, while those of the White Cloud Martial Academy had stronger resilience.

Li Kangkong had no doubt that if it were a life-and-death battle, the White Cloud Martial Academy would have won long ago. But this was a friendly match, and it was inevitable for those at a cultivation disadvantage to be suppressed.

The second reason was that Fang Che's intense pressure on Mo Gaiyun and the others had taken effect! Especially Fang Che's oppressive aura, which gave Sun Zeren and the others exceptional resilience.

And... the resilience to fight in death-defying battles that students of the same level couldn't possess! The more they thought about it, the more Li Kangkong and the others felt that it was a pity...

for such a talent like Fang Che... not participating in the grand competition. Otherwise, the top rank of this grade, how could it have fallen to someone else?

Sun Zeren fought desperately, supporting himself with all his might, and there were already droplets of blood splattering from his body.

Injured in multiple places.

But he still didn't admit defeat, and his face and eyes showed no signs of change.

The wounds increased, and his clothes were already soaked in blood, with hardly any white areas left.

Yet, he still didn't give up.

"Get down!"

Shen Changshan's explosive shout had already pushed Sun Zeren to the edge of the platform. His longsword flashed, suddenly forming a momentum like a mountain, crushing towards Sun Zeren!

Crush!

Force him off the platform!

Just at this moment.

Lord Snow-Condensing Sword's pupils suddenly constricted, and he looked on with full attention.

On the platform, Sun Zeren let out a loud shout.

The scabbard in his left hand slipped out.

At the same time, the sword in his right hand miraculously appeared in his left hand. He shifted his body, and a sword thrust out! With one sword out, his clothes fluttered, and his black hair danced.

The left-hand sword!

This sword was sharp and fierce!

And that innate sword bone and sword aura, suddenly revealed without reservation.

This sword, like a flash of brilliance in the night sky, vanished in a flash.

The innate pride, the sword out, oath never returns!

(End of Chapter)

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